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Alex. 20 year old country girl about to move to the city. Music, computers, and all forms of art and entertainment interest me. I'm a total weirdo, ask anyone. What else is there to know? Ask and you shall receive.



This is a poem written by a Zimbabwean father whose daughter has been diagnosed with a brain tumour and they are seeking help.

TO MY CHILD
Just for this morning, I am going to
smile when I see your face and laugh
when I feel like crying.
Just for this morning, I will let you
choose what you want to wear,
and smile and say how perfect it is.
Just for this morning, I am going to step
over the laundry and pick you up and take you to
the park to play.
Just for this morning, I will leave the
dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put
that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon, I will unplug
the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with
you in the backyard and blow bubbles.
Just for this afternoon, I will not yell
once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and
whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one
if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon, I won't worry
about what you are going to be when you grow up, or
second guess every decision I have made where you are
concerned.
Just for this afternoon, I will let you
help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you
trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take us
to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can
have both toys.
Just for this evening, I will hold you in
my arms and tell you a story about how you were
born and how much I love you.
Just for this evening, I will let you
splash in the tub and not get angry.
Just for this evening, I will let you
stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all
the stars.
Just for this evening, I will snuggle
beside you for hours, and miss my favourite TV
shows.
Just for this evening when I run my
finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be
grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever
given.
I will think about the mothers and
fathers who are searching for their missing children, the
mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's
graves instead of their bedrooms. The mothers
and fathers who are in hospital rooms
watching their children suffer senselessly and screaming
inside that little body
And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold
you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then,
that I will thank God for you, and ask him for
nothing, except one more day............


On candystripe legs the spiderman comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun
Stealing past the window of the blissfully dead
Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom
And suddenly! a movement in the corner of the room
And there is nothing I can do when I realise with fright
That the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight

Quietly he laughs and shaking his head
Creeps closer now closer to the foot of the bed
And softer than shadow and quicker than flies
His arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes
"Be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy
Don't struggle like that or I will only love you more
For it's much too late to get away or turn on the light
The spiderman is having you for dinner tonight."

and I feel like I'm being eaten by a
thousand million shivering furry
holes and I know that in
the morning I will wake
up in the shivering
cold and the
Spiderman is always hungry...

DON'T BLINK.
Everyone's watching.
They'll think you're up to something.
They need for you to be everything they cannot be themselves.

"When crying don't help, you can't compose yourself, it's best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope." - Bowl of Oranges, Bright Eyes.


Blessed Be!